Talk

Unconsciously and effortlessly,
I change the way I feel, and think
No more of all the shit
That life just spit
right on up. Attacking me
Is my lack of dreams,
Both Literally and figuratively,
And when I look back
I can't see, younger me.
Little, cute, and smiling.
All I see are broken dreams.
The simple things, antagonizing me,
And possibly it's lack of sleep
But, obviously, these things I think, 
They won't leave by themselves
And so it helps, to lose some sleep
And talk to a friend or someone sweet
about these things that bother me.